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Nov. 9th, 2025 03:36 pm
temperamentalsteel: (Challenge)
All OOC communication here please!


Nov. 9th, 2025 03:34 pm
temperamentalsteel: (Casual)
"Hello? I...All right. Hello. You've reached d'Artagnan...I think. Leave a message?"

[Voice mail/Texts/Emails to d'Artagnan here]


Nov. 9th, 2025 03:25 pm
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Character Basics

Name: d'Artagnan
Canon: BBC's Musketeers series, based on the writings of Dumas
Exit: The moment he's commissioned by the King as a Musketeer
Stuck?: For the first few months or so

Gameplay, Interactions, Permissions, and God Modding )
temperamentalsteel: (Height of modernity)
Despite his friends' admonitions of his hotheadedness, d'Artagnan could learn to be canny. On good days, he could even learn to be patient. When there was something as rewarding as friendly retribution on the line, he could even strategize. With Porthos' booming laughter in his memory, d'Artagnan had parked himself in the hallways and watched as people slipped in and out of the trick doors. It had taken a few days, but he was now certain he'd pinpointed the correct door and had taken care to mark its number.

Then he had knocked on Porthos' door with a smile. "I think I've found a way back to Paris! Come out!"
temperamentalsteel: (Mademoiselle)
This hotel threatens to undo her. Having passed through the door again, she'd found herself in the hotel lobby, kitted out with sword, musket, riding leathers, and pauldron but alarmingly without the corset she used to disguise her sex. Nearly in a panic, she'd tied her jacket closed up to the neck and hurried her way to her assigned chamber. Surely, a spare would be easily found...

In her hurry, she'd not realized the door had failed to properly close.
temperamentalsteel: (Default)
D'Artagnan sits under a tree, opening the scant few letters that have arrived from Lupiac. Two are from distant relatives, informing him of the things he already knows. Another is an inquiry from a local owner regarding the purchase of his land.

Scowling, he tears the last one to pieces and throws it aside.


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d'Artagnan of Lupiac in Gascony

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